My mouth is as dry as the pavement in July.
Hair soaking wet fist clinched at my sides
somehow I know this is going to end in a fight.
She takes the first swing a shot at my pride.
If there’s one thing I know I’ve got to survive.
I have to tell this story I cant simply let it be!
And let it fade away lost with apart of me.
I won’t yell for help even though I know i should.
Because if I did I’d be misunderstood.
See this wouldn’t be easy to explain.
Why do I stand alone in the rain?
The answer is simple and hard to hide.
Because the person I fight
Lies Inside.
this is a poem i wrote and i don’t know maybe i wrote it for a reason.
3 comments
I really enjoyed your poem. It flowed and it told a story. I get the impression that for most of us on this site or in our situation, our worst enemy is ourselves. poetry can help express the words that keep bouncing around our heads but can’t escape.
thanks i have found that poetry is an easier way to get your true feelings out and i will keep writing.
i am thinking of posting another poem but not sure as of yet
I love it! It is said the poet has a troubled soul. I’ve found that true in myself. It’s a coping dealeo for me. ~WriteOn=)